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t t | | | & + woe oe -, a : te . noses von ft LT rma one ‘end ‘of the semi-circle. Somebody at the micro- phone said: “I'm going to ask Scnator Kennedy, who as Bannede stenand nn ti ‘rine tectern and unfolded ey Sey een ’ the shect of paper. He spots 3 in a voice that haa very | little modulation. [lis hands, red from the cold after, noord, had the hint of nerves fm themxk.“This indication “of interest aud recugnition af ability and talents that Colonel Vinia has,” he was saying. “*"": contribution cofonel.” Kennedy stepped back and Viola came up to acecpt the postmaster’s job in the [ronx. Viola made a speech. Kennedy moved tu the cdge of the semt- a2 __ ers ores ] circie. Mra Viola was Taisned wut inte the crowd, Kennedy took her elbow and guided her back and then stepped out to make rvom for her. She listened to ber husband proudly. It was 2 very nice ceremony. ft waa the polities and government johs and service and parccliing out j of power which has always gone on in New York. The ones involved stood in a semi-circle and they were all old men. It was not Robert Kennedy’s work. ' Outside, Kennedy got into the front scat of a itl white four-door Lincoln convertible. He sat sideways. Rill Barry, a wide-shouldered guy in his Jate 30s, jwas driving, Barry was an FRI agent who always was assigned to-Rohert Kennedy when Kennedy was the attorney general. When Kennedy left the job. «J. Edgar Hoover, in an expression of his deep fectlings for Kennedy, had Barry transferred to Alabama. Barry left the bureau and now is in charge of security for a bank in Manhattan. | Eon Graves, who works in Kennedy's official i office in New York, sat in the back. A photographer was next to him. There always is a photographer frum someplace sitting in the hack of a car Kennedy is in, Graves took a sheet of paper out of his inside pocket. “SENATOR KENNEDY'S SCHEDULE,” the electric typewriting said. Under it was a list of times and places. Graves studied it “Lunch, Senator?” he said. - “I'd like a milkshake,” Kennedy said. “Can we find a Schrafft's?”’ “It's too late now,” Barry said. “We're right in the rsh hour. Five o'clock already. We're going to have trouble making the next stop as it is.” “Where is the stop?” Kennedy asked. “Manhattan and Nassau in Brooklyn,” Graves said. “You won't find a Sehrafft’s there,” Barry said. “Why Schrafft's?" the photographer said. *™E don't know, [ like ice ercam,” Kennedy said. His fingers began to dram on the dashboard. Ie tolked about his New foundiand shecjiog messing the Jate Senator [larry Ayrd's office rug. Barry drove the car across the Triherough Rridge and onte an "expressway to Brooklyn. The car came off the express- wargn gh factory streets and into Greenpoint, which is a place of narrow streets lined by three and feut-story wooden houses which are stained from the wont which hangs in the air. —_" i + FA park jook up theJeft side | wa the semi-circle. His wife, in a Gu. feathered. . 2 black cloth coat with a collar, st60u tt | recommended him along, with other congressmen, to 3 al to his country’ in twa ware oes we're grate int tn the cyte ey nast pr The car came around a commer and slowed down. - " ameplace.” iL ‘Srrenisianfiod? an ; af tae black, N cuanner- ~ stag Rt where the wrk ele, e 2 rip up at the commer,” Barry sade i “Well, let's suc if we're carly first,” Kennedy i said, “If we are, maybe we can get a milkshake : til x on «tt Graves got out of the car. He began running, with . lung steps, toward the corner. Kennedy waited in silence. Graves came loping hack. He leaned through ° the car window. H “We're about tS minutes early,” he salle “And ; there's a phice right. over there—see?—where me can | ' set a milkshake.” Kenoaly was booking across the window.2 at the ‘ pack. The place was McCarren Park, a big stretch . of soot-darkened grass and black dirt. Ott on the other : aude, a football coum was practicing. “They're playing foothall.” Nennedy said. “Let's fo watch some foothall.” “Don't you want anything?” Graves asked. Kennedy had the doar apen” amd he was. slidin;: outoanta the slewalk, “Tring me seme tea over te the foothall practice,” he saiel, wirry grat amt wal the car on the other side aah os walked next ta Rentedy. At the dow bhick iran fence, | Kenedy slid a skip step and hurdled it, Ou the grass | on the other side, he began to trot. Tis hands were ; f stuek iw the pocks st. of a Fld 3 uy forns- filling tanenal TLS tt He trotted nerass the pass with the ptatoxrapher nuanting behind him. ‘The camera equipment bay slum | “over the photographer's shoulder kept Louncing: whiit the photographer tried te keep up. Je was 3:30 pam. amd the streetlights around the park were ou. The tyym practicing was in white hel-' a mets with blue and red stripes. The ofcusive team “wis dn the huddle, the scletitutes standing behind them. . The coaches, i baschali duos and raincowis and blue park: is, stood in the crowd Inchind the huddle. The_ defensive tet Waite ior the next piny Hay run, Que of the co.s.es inrned around and you could — see “St. Francis” printed on the hack of the parka. ' “This must tle Ny Francis Prep," sutnchody be-— hind KRentiedy sate. “i wy're about the only school in the city that Know. lew lo play football.” “Good” Ihe sack CD like in see the goad ones.” | t a0 cA heml joa cee oc. Pron the linddte for a mament 2 Just the head. The eves uuder the helmet looked at. ge this persan wih dis aauds im the topcoat pockers and. ahs the bleak and lany race and this deliberatccly-cuc long ad hair falling up am. duwn onto the forehead with the ao miutiun Of Ris eal. The Loy in the huddle stood . ~ & straight up new ass. looked at Robert Aennedy. The 4 fe bey’s mouth came open. Ther his hand automatically - , foached fer tue u.: next te bin in the huddle, The wther ane ste dened ap and looked uroupe Anil new they all “weed iye aah the substitutes began} pushing to see wlhe Wis comings Te is never ars ditlereas “when Robert Kennedy} appears where thece are people. There is the glanes, the awed lool. am. ode hand reaches for the nearest eue to shew disa, oa. Everything stops and. then. the pe ple are m the sireet and running towards: : and it always is the young ones who get there ‘ fied and crowd for his handshake. To tell of thie ie tucify him. There is too much slobbcrin: rg a Rut to tell it is merely to tela facts,'